-Hey, guys here is a Solangelo fanfic one shot I wrote to celebrate it becoming canon! Yay! *Super happy face* Please remember that (as always) reviews and constructive criticism are always welcome. Trying to keep the authors notes short at the moment.-
-Nico's point of view-
I walk down the bustling streets, weaving my way through the crowds. The square is thriving today, but it provides extra cover for me. Chatting away, no one notices the dark boy stalking the streets. No-one ever notices me unless I want them to. If I close my eyes, I can imagine I'm back with Bianca. There's a fountain somewhere, water softly bubbling down, and the sweet smell from the roses bordering the cobbled square fill my nose. Yes. It definitely reminds me of Bianca. She would have loved it here. Jostling into me, a civilian reminds me of why I'm here.
Somewhere, sulking around, is an angry ghost that somehow escaped from the underworld. My wonderful father decided to send me to search for it and bring it back. Yay. I know that a lot of other demigods would jump at the chance to go on a quest, but when you're newly healed (after almost fading from shadow jumping too much and being slashed by a werewolf) and a war has just been won, you're a bit less enthusiastic.
Besides, right now I could be sitting with my... friends. Friends. The word tastes foreign in my mouth. They are something I've gotten used to not having and abruptly being thrown in with a group (thank you Gods) is a little, well, confusing. And Will. I get to sit with Will. His face fills my vision and for a second I'm lost in his eyes.
A tap on my shoulder makes me whirl around, sword already in my hand. A guy blinks.
"Uh. Hey." He mutters eyeing my sword.
I scowl. "Found anything?" I snapped as the ghost stared forlornly at me.
"No." He whispers. Drifting away. He's been hanging around me for almost a week now but he always disappears when he sees anyone else. He makes me look like I'm talking to myself, and mad. Yes, he definitely makes me look crazy. Anyway, he's been floating around for so long, constantly hanging over my shoulder I decided to put him to use.
Eventually I spot my target. She's halfway down an alleyway sitting on some bins. Quickly and quietly I prowl towards her, sword at the ready. I'm not in the mood for any funny business but there's no doubt there is likely to be some. I mean, she did manage to escape the underworld.
By now I've reached the entrence of the alleyway and there's no use trying to hide anymore. There is nothing to offer cover, besides, she's trapped here.
I smirk and stride towards her, she doesn't notice me until I'm on her. I open my mouth ready to tell her to come with me easily or I can dispatch her the hard way, but I don't get time to say anything. She turns opening her mouth and screams.
My ears ring and it's agony. I fall to the floor clutching my head and she glides straight through me. I'm able to detachably gaze up at her for a seconds before the world goes black and I tumble into nothingness.
- SEVERAL HOURS LATER -
'I have a splitting headache.' Is my first thought when I wake up and when I say splitting, I mean splitting. My head feels like its about to implode. Blinking open my eyes I'm met with a blindingly white light and that's when the smell of antiseptic hits me. I'm in the infirmary. Again. Oops, Will won't be happy.
Struggling to sit up, I glance around to see if there's anyone else in the room. To my dismay I'm the only one. That means Will won't be hesitant to shout and scream at me if he sees fit. Great.
Huffing, I eventually scramble upright.
"Stefan?" I half whisper into the silence. A few seconds later a voice replies.
"Here." Stefan floats into view.
"How did I get here?" I demand. He shrugs.
"Don't know."
But then before I can reply the door is abruptly thrown open and Will strides in. He's wearing the usual green surgeons shirt, but also tan coloured shorts and a green tee shirt beneath it. And flip flops. He's wearing flip flops. I resist the temptation to laugh.
"Who were you talking to?" Will demands immediately.
"Stefan." I reply dismissively. "How did I get here?"
"Stefan who?" He ignores me.
"Ghost." I mutter. "How did I get here?"
"You summoned a GHOST?" He yells at me.
"No." And suddenly I'm very aware that I sound like a sulking teenager. "He just kind of, floats around. Sometimes."
"Hmn." Will doesn't sound like he believes me.
"As to how you got here: Patrol found you just inside the boundary." He sounds very unimpressed.
"Where is this Stefan now?" He changes subject quickly and for once I'm grateful.
"I don't know he just kind of... vanishes..."
Will huffs again. Then he sits beside me, gently pushing hair from my eyes. I find myself leaning into the touch.
"Hey death boy?" He whispers, pulling me closer.
"What?" I whisper and for once I don't mind being so close to someone. In fact I rather like it.
"Don't scare me like that again." He replies, continuing to pet me. He rubs soothing circles into my arms and I feel my eyelids dropping.
"M'kay." I half whimper, curling closer to the warmth he gives off.
"Promise." He demands.
"Promise." I return.
Then I let the darkness draw me back in, knowing I'm safe in his arms.
- Authors note -
Yeah yeah, I know another one. Bad kitty ;) But hey ho! Anyway just wanted to say thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it and constructive criticism and reviews pretty please *flutters eyelashes*
Love ya
-Kittymagicat xx
